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The last confessor 2 Episode 11 & 12

🩸The Last Confessor🗡️
(She’s the last of her kind….)
#season 2
Episode 11
 
 
“I’m gonna fv¢k you [email protected] till you c-um and beg me to st©p.” The king said with his voice thick and [email protected]
Isabelle felt aderaline rushed throu-gh her spinal cord. She shuddered in fright and closed her ti-ght.
The king words, it had brou-ght fear into her and it made her really scared.
He sounded really serious and she knew he met every of his words and that even scared the s*it outta her.
She couldn’t recall offending the king recently but the again, she knows she doesn’t nee-d to offend the king before he punishes her.
Being Tabitha’s sister is more than enough for the king to punish her.
She shut her mind ti-ghtly so she wouldn’t feel the pain that was likely to feel, as she felt the king so close behind her.
Her legs shook and her hands on the table was starting to get weak for holding it for too long.
She felt too awkward standing that way for long and her back view too opened to the king.
Not as if the king hasn’t seen her all n-ked, but she felt damn nervous.
The king held her [email protected]!st from behind and she felt his bulgy and [email protected] thing ru-bbing the edge of her bu-tt hole and that increa-sed her fear and anxiety.
She gro-an ed loudly as the king finally push himself into her. She was still ti-ght as always and it still hurt her like before.
She screamed loudly as the king f0rç£d his full [email protected] length into her. He was too big for her to take in all of him and it was hell painful.
The king pushed in more and st©pped – he didn’t move into her or ride her, neither did he pu-ll out, he just let his di-ck de-ep inside of her.
Isabelle bit her l!pto muffle her tears as the king di-ck was stuck inside her hole.
Why wasn’t he moving?
What does he intend to do?
She asked in her head but she was a little glad because it gave her a little time for her bu-tt hole to adjust to his hvge di-ck which filled her.
With full f0rç£ and without any warning, the king drove into her and she let out a loud, piercing cry. His hvge di-ck stretched out her bu-tt hole and that t hurts like hell.
“Oh! plea-se st©p! It hurts!” She whimpered in tears, holding firmly to the table so she wouldn’t fall.
The king rode in with f0rç£ ma-king guttural sounds and his hands doing justice to her bouncing b©©b s.
She squirm as he ban-ged her [email protected] and with his hands fondling r0ûghly with her b©©b s which was surprisingly more s-en-sitive now.
“Oh…” She [email protected] ed out softly.
The king pu-ll-ed out of her and used his di-ck to sma-ck her bu-tt and that made her squirm loudly.
It made her feel something that she hasn’t felt before.
He plunged into her again but this time, he rode her gently and Isabelle didn’t know when she started [email protected] ing out in plea-sure.
King Ceasar soon spilled into her and breathed out heavily, pu-lling out of her.
Isabelle fell on her knees and breathed out tiredly, with beads of sweats running down her forehead. She was breathing so [email protected] like she had just ran a marathon race.
The king lifted her up to the table to face him and spre-ad out her legs wi-de opened for him.
She [email protected] lightly and tried to cover her face but the king brou-ght down her hands.
Her face heat up because of how expo-sed her b©dy was to the king.
The king sm-irked as he stared at her v*gina which was at a close view to him.
He made her raise her legs up and pushed in a f!nger and Isabelle whimpered.
“Ouch!” She [email protected] ed out.
He made the f!nger two and he began to f!nger fv¢k her.
“Hum! Ha!” She continued to [email protected] helplessly as the king fv¢ked her [email protected]
And then, she c-um on his f!ngersand the king smiled lightly in satisfaction.
He [email protected] her legs opened and pushed in his more [email protected] and £r£¢ted member into her pu-ssy.
She let out a loud cry as he pushed in his full length into her pu-ssy which was still ti-ght.
He pinned her hands on the table and continued to ban-g her [email protected], with her b©©b s bouncing helplessly.
She [email protected] ed and whimpered at the same time, throwing her head to different directions.
She was perspiring seriously and her hair was disheveled. She looked tired too but the king wasn’t going to st©p.
For the third time, she c-ummed again.
He pu-ll-ed out of her and took her left b©©b in his mouth and su-ckled it [email protected] and it brou-ght shiver to her b©dy.
She [email protected] ed and threw her head in different directions as the plea-sure was overwhelming and at the same time, it was painful.
Her b©©b s had become fuller and more s-en-sible and she didn’t know why.
The king feasted on both b©©b s while she cried out in plea-sure and the king made guttural sounds too.
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“Kneel!” The king ordered sternly.
Isabelle managed to get down from the table and went on her knees, in between her legs hurting from the way the king had had her r0ûghly.
She was breathing heavily and sweats were all over her face.
It was written all over her face that she had just had a good fv¢k.
The king f0rç£fully yanked her hair and brou-ght her mouth closer to his long and [email protected] di-ck.
“I want you to give me a b*ow job – what I mean is that, I want you to svçkmy di-ck till I c-um.” The king gro-an ed out.
Isabelle just nodded her head as she didn’t have the power to argue and besides, all the [email protected] ing, whimpering and shouting had made her loose her voice.
Obe-diently and so slowly, she wra-pped her hands around his hvge thing and pushed in into her mouth.
It was too big but she had no choice. The king pushed in all his length into her mouth till she started choking as it had hit the back of throat.
It was difficult for her to breath and when the king saw this, he withdrew a little while she su-cked and stro-ked it gently.
She continued to do it feeling really bashful and her face had gone all red. And minutes later, the king c-um and when she tried to spit it out, the king s£nt a [email protected] glare at her.
“Swallow it!” The king voice was low and gruff and that was all it took for Isabelle to swallow the whole c-um down her throat.
“Get out!” The king ordered icily and without hesitating, Isabelle hurriedly picked up her clothes, wore it hurriedly and limped towards the door and left.
The king exhaled and made his way to the bathroom to clean up.
As Isabelle left for her room, she wondered if the king had drew all the S-xual plea-sures from her b©dy because his soon to be bride would be arriving and because of that, he wouldn’t be able to have se-x with her like before.
At the thought of the king bringing in another princess to be his bride, it left a soured taste in, her mouth. She didn’t know why, but she felt a sharp pain; like a knife being pierced in her che-st.
 
#seaaon 2
Episode 12
 
Isabelle didn’t know that she was crying until she tasted something in herl-ips. She cleaned herl-ips and sniffed in sadly.
She t©uçhed her alre-ady we-t cheeks and wiped her tears.
She laughed sadly, tou-ching her cheeks.
“You’re crying. Why are you crying anyways?” She laughed sadly and more tears poured out from her eyes.
“St©p crying foolish girl. He can never be yours, so wipe whatever feelings you’re starting to develope for the king because you will only get hurt.” She chastised herself sternly, wiping her tears r0ûghly from her face.
She dragged her tired and so-re legs and started towards the direction of her room. Her th!ghs were sticky and she couldn’t wait to wash herself clean from the c-um and she could sweat that she could even perceive her own self smelling like s*k.
She got to her room and hastily got to the bathroom.
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The king [email protected]£ out from the bathroom and tied his royal robe around his alre-ady dried b©dy.
He combe-d his we-t hair and use his hair towel to dry his hair.
He exhaled de-eply and plonked [email protected] on his be-d.
His mind was troubled and he didn’t know what to do.
The feelings he was starting to feel towards the confessor was something that made him do confused – he hasn’t felt that way with anyb©dy.
Whatever that feeling was, it wasn’t really a good one because, it would deter the him from having his intended revenge on her.
“She’s not Tabitha who made you kill your parents. She’s just her sister, so, why punish her for what she didn’t do.” His conscience chastised him.
“As long as she’s Tabitha’s sister, that equally as well, make her my enemy and she should suffer for the sins of her dead sister since I can’t punish the dead.” He scoffed to himself.
Draco who stood just outside the king’s door crea-sed his eyebrows in confusion.
He wondered what was going on with the king to make him talk to himself?
He didn’t hear what the king had said to himself, but he knew he had spoken to himself because no one was with him in the room.
He continued to think de-eply until his head started to ache.
This feeling – it was strange to him and somehow, he was sure the feelings was the one ma-king him do things he ought not to do to Isabelle.
He isn’t supposed to give the confessor plea-sure during se-x but make her cry and feel pains.
And his attitude towards her, he was beginning to act cool and soft towards her and that wasn’t [email protected] of his plans on ma-king her pay dearly for her sister’s crime.
He was starting to be nice towards her and it’s not what he intended to do.
If there’s anything he had wanted to do to her when she first [email protected]£ to the palace, is to make her feel pains every minute she spends in the palace.
He intended to cause her so much that she would wish for death but death wouldn’t come.
But now…he couldn’t even explain the feelings he was starting to develope for her.
And these days, he couldn’t find the hatred he had towards her again.
Instead, it was replaced with a new feeling he was yet to still un-derstand.
The king sighed for the umpteenth time and stood up from his be-d. He slide in his legs in his sli-ppers and walked gingerly to his window.
He placed his hands behind his back and stood in front of his window, staring outside his window.
He nee-ded to keep his mind at occu-pied with nature things.
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Ciara sat huddled on the floor miserably. She had dried tears on her cheeks and her was disheveled.
She looked like a depressed witch and she looked scary.
Probably if she sees herself in a mirror, she would scream at her own self in sheer horror and probably even, run away from herself because of how terrible she looked.
Herl-ips were thin and cracked. Her face pale.
She looked weak and hungry.
She had been there for almost 72 hours now and she hadn’t even tasted even a drip of water or any king of food too.
There’s no guard because there was absolutely no way she could escape.
The room was dusty and had only one small window that was really high and her legs were chained.
She had cried and screamed out her lungs but no one had come to her aid because where she was, no one could hear her voice.
She has been wh!pped severely and it had made her skin to have skin cuts at her back and her clothes that she has been putting on, where ba-rely covering her whole b©dy as it was torn and filled with blood too.
She was tired of crying and her voice had turned hoarse too.
If she knew that lying to the king would amount to such treatment, then she would have spilled the truth without thinking of lying.
But it still made her surprised as to why the king didn’t buy her story.
How come the king didn’t believe her and did not even want to listen to her again?
He didn’t even wait for her to finish talking before he shut her up.
She was utterly still confused.
She didn’t even know what to believe.
Truly, the king was unpredictable.
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Princess Debby’s carriage finally pu-ll-ed inside the palace and royal announcer blew his trumpet and announced her arrival.
“Her royal highness, princess Deborah has arrived!” The royal announcer said lowly and everyone who were awaiting her arrival all bowed.
Slowly and majestically, with so much grace and elegance, princess Debby alighted from her carriage, with her big flowing go-wn trailing behind her.
Sandy stepped out too and stood beside the princess.
Princess Debby looked so graceful and elegant and one could tell that was royalty because of the aura around her.
She speaks power and wealth.
Isabelle who was standing in the midst of the noblemen and slaves, servants, maids and the king, eyes suddenly met with princess Debby’s gaze. Princess Debby from where she stood, sh0t Isabelle a deadly glare that s£nt shivers down Isabelle’s spine.
 
🥺🥺🥺
Princess Debby hum🧐
Hope you’re not another threat to our Isabelle.⁉️🤔
TBC………….😍💋💖

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